Dreamweaving manifested.
Holmes Lane, the former owner of the Game Card.
Agula Tenge, the City Lord of the City of Miranda.
Alfred, the Vampire Prince of the City of Eternal Night.
They were all people who had died because of Ye Qiyan.
They were also all his enemies, and within this dream he had woven, they remained Ye Qiyan's enemies.
That would not change.
More figures appeared.
A broken Ice Spear; Nami Enli, the True God of Water Ice, stood silently in place.
A cracked Mechanical Heart; the last Researcher of GT World looked at him in astonishment.
And one final figure.
"Truly... astonishing. I died long ago, yet I can stand here in the body of my true self. Is this a dream? And yet it is real?"
A core; Messiah, the Grand Knight Commander of the Machine Realm, stood atop this High Tower.
Every one of them turned their gaze toward the black-haired young man in battle.
They all understood exactly why they had appeared.
Lane cursed Ye Qiyan's despicable ways, Teng Ge drank liquor as he admired his battle with the Dark Grand Duke, and Alfred elegantly wiped the sword revived through Dreamweaving.
Everyone had something of their own to do in this dream.
Nami Enli wore a complicated expression, while the last Researcher of GT World gazed at the Hunt Mecha-Dragon below the Tower with shining eyes.
Only Messiah was different.
It walked toward the battlefield beneath the sun and moon.
Even a wisp of the aura spilling from that battlefield would destabilize its existence.
But Messiah knew exactly what it needed to do.
"Take it. Everything I have."
It looked toward the sky, or perhaps beyond the world.
Messiah knew this was no resurrection. It had truly appeared, yet it was only a phantom within